Aw, what a beauty. I had a cat that looked like her when i was growing up. She lived to be 17 years old and only two of those years we didn’t share a pillow, which were her last two years after I married and moved to an apartment that didn’t allow pets. She stayed with my Mom who pampered her.
She’s just a little 7 lb. scrap of fur and utter mischief (she’s on night maneuvers at this very moment, running some sort of ambush for the other cat, LOL), but I love every single fiber of her tiny self. She is the cutest, funniest, smartest little gal you could ever find, and imagine, she was just a feral kitten. Had someone not found her and her brothers, she would have died and ended up in a garbage can somewhere instead of filling my days with such joy. I’ve had several formerly feral kittens I raised up and they have been phenomenal pets.